Coastal Confessions |
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Coastal Confessions Lyrics |
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 Well, I`m a tidal pool explorerFrom the days of my misspent youth I believe that down on the beach Where the seagulls preach Is where the Chineese buried the truth So I dig in the sand With my misguided hands And if I dig deep enough Hell, I just might dig it up Talkin` about treasure Talkin` about pleasure Talkin` about Love Now I`m a reader of the night sky And a singer of inordinate tunes That`s how I float across time Livin` way past my prime Like a long lost baby`s balloon So I hang on to the string Work that whole gravity thing But when my spaceship goes pop Back to the Earth I will drop Into the sea Or the limbs of a tree Or the wings of my love Chorus: And I don`t know what I`m supposed to do Maybe invent me a story or two I`ve got coastal confessions to make How about you, how about you They say that time is like a river And stories are the key to the past But now I`m stuck in between Here at my typing machine Trying to come up with some words that will last It`s so easy to see That we live history And if I just find the beat I know I`ll land on my feet I always do Haven`t got a clue Cause they come from above (Chorus) Let`s go to church, Sonny So bless me Father Yes, I have sinned Given the chance I`ll probably do it again I don`t need absolution Just a simple solution will do So let`s talk about the future Or the consequences of my past I`ve got scars, I`ve got lines I`m not hard to define Just an alter boy coverin` his ass I know I can`t run and hide But just hang on for the ride There will be laughter and tears As we progress through the years But still it`s fun Hey, I`m not done Gonna dance till I fall (Chorus:) And I don`t know what I`m supposed to do Maybe have me a boat drink or two It`s good for coastal confessions I hear Tell the truth, tell the truth I got some coastal confessions to make How about you, how about you How about you, how about you `n you, `n you, `n you (Spoken:) Uh, 42 years since my last confession. Well, Father, do you have the rest of the week Let`s get started I had impure thoughts I smoked some pot Stole some peanut butter Father, wake up.... |
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